"Besides, it also threatened me that if I informed the church of this matter in any way, my soul would suffer eternal torment."
The old curator's tone was filled with endless fatigue. Shard could understand his actions, but couldn't comprehend the demon's actions:
"With things as they are, it didn't even think about killing you directly?"
"You might see it as mocking me, or you might see it as a form of arrogance."
The old man said, bending over. Shard learned the entirety of his story, but so far, besides knowing that the demon was truly powerful, there were no special gains:
"Arrogance, is it... Disrespecting the deities, slaughtering as it pleases... I'm not part of the church, so you can tell me about it, and I won't inform the church. So, what were the results of your research at that time? What did you find out?"
"My memory has been damaged."
Mr. Fernandez touched his head:
